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Tough Love Lyrics

Let me tell you a story
Called Tough Love.

Once upon a time there was a girl called Sonita
Who dreaded going home after school 'cause her dad would mistreat her.
Her mum was just as bad,
When she got mad was more than glad to lend a hand in helping him beat her.
Sonita
Used to wear the cloth of her religion,
Sonita
Used to pray to God, thought he was listening.
But nothing ever changed, at least she couldn't see a difference,
So the relationship between them both became distant,
She didn't agree with the fundamental religious views of her parents,
They might as well of been speaking gibberish to her, it was incoherent.
She was living in the Western World,
Couldn't understand why she couldn't be like all the other western girls.
So one day she rebels,
Walks into a shop and purchases a copy of Bliss,
A magazine for female teenagers,
Ripped off the plastic rapper started flicking through the pages.

Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
They called it tough love. I call it hatred
That's your flesh, your blood. That's sacred.
Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
They called it tough love. I call it hatred
That's your flesh, your blood. That's sacred.

So engrossed in her new found interest, Sonita fails to realise the time
Before she knows it, it's a quarter to nine,
She should have been back from prayer an hour ago, now her parents are gonna know that she's skived.
In the slim hope that they won't
She hides the copy of Bliss inside the books under her arm and makes her way back home.
She opens the door to find her mum and dad waiting,
The expressions on both of there faces are scathing.
Before she has time to think of an excuse
Her father's hands are wrapped around her neck like a noose,
So tight he chokes her.
She drops all her books on the floor, apart from the Bliss mag which lands on the sofa,
Her dad can't control his rage when he sees that the centre page
Is a boy band poster.
"She's possessed by the Devil", her mother shouts,
Blaming it all on Satan like it's the only explanation.
He grabs Sonita by her hair, down to the basement,
Heart's racing like she knows her life's about to be taken.
They look her in the eye, say, "Here's what we're gonna do: you're possessed by a daemon and we're gonna beat him out of you."
Sonita cries for help
When she sees her mum pick up a broomstick and her dad take off his belt,
But it's no use, her brothers and sisters won't listen.
So, undeterred, her mum and dad carry out the exorcism.
Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
They called it tough love. I call it hatred
That's your flesh, your blood. That's sacred.
Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
They called it tough love. I call it hatred
That's your flesh, your blood. That's sacred.

For hours they violently torture their daughter,
Beat her to within an inch of her life till it's right on the border,
They continue to physically h***d her.
By now Sonita has a mental disorder,
She no longer cares if she lives or dies,
Absolutely no more tears left to cry.
She sees the evilness in her parents eyes and thinks they're the ones who need to be exorcised,
That's when the rebellious streak completely intoxicates her,
A sudden rush of energy boost a never-seen-before aggressive nature.
She decides that no matter what, they are never gonna break her.
"Go to hell!",
She screams at her dad, as he goes to give her another lick with the belt. "Go
"f*** yourself!", she screams at her mum,
Knowing that it's only gonna spur her on.
'Cause now Sonita's lost the plot.
The physical pain ain't nothing compared to the heart ache when a heart breaks and it rots,
Once filled with so much love,
But now so clogged up with hate that it stops
Beating
And she stops breathing;
Her body's just a carcass now her soul's leaving.
No more pain, no more bleeding. Dying slow, blow by blow from a severe beating,
And it takes half a dozen more blows to the head
Before they finally realise that she's dead. That's when the door busts open and in come the feds,
The neighbours must have called them when they heard the screams of torment
Coming from the basement, Where Sonita's dead body lies blatant like road kill out on the pavement.
It's quite clear to the police that she's been the victim of a horrific case of physical mutilation.
Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
They called it tough love. I call it hatred
That's your flesh, your blood. That's sacred.
Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
Tough love. Tough love. I call it hatred
They called it tough love. I call it hatred
That's your flesh, your blood. That's sacred.

After being apprehended Sonita's parents were asked why their daughter's life was so brutally ended.
They said it was out of love, but only hate breaks something so hard it can never be mended. And to this day they show no remorse,
Their idea of parental guidance will always be to use force.
And what makes this tale all the more gory is that this song is based on a true story.
Tough love.

It's a f***** up world.
Some f***** up s***.
So f*****.
It's all f*****.
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